Chapter seven hundred and sixty-ninth, there is a feeling of stealing
The sky was gradually getting darker. Song Xuewen looked at the dusk in Yanjing outside and couldn't help but sigh.
"Compared to Yanjing, I prefer the dusk in Yanzhou. It seems... a little more humane."
Song Jun stepped forward: "Dad, I really like Yanjing. After all, it is an international metropolis, and the development of various affairs is so wonderful."
Song Xuewen shook his head and smiled: "Haha, Xiaojun, you have only seen the most beautiful side of Yanjing. Do you know that one person will become famous and his bones will wither?"
"Dad, that's not the case, is it? Our Song family is still like that withered bones?" The Song family said with a smile.
"Of course not, but look at these big companies and big office buildings in front of you. How many competitors did each company come to? Here, too many people have achieved success, but... even more people have died."
Watching the night fall outside the window, Song Jun said nothing more, but felt that his father should not be so sad, at least the Song family's strength would not be inferior no matter where it went.
Song Xuewen said: "This place is like a battlefield. The successful ones left behind are all strong men with blood on their hands. I wonder...if our Song family was in Yanjing, would we still be able to develop to the strength we are now."
"Dad, I am very confident about this. We will develop better. There is no doubt about our strength. In this land with stronger development power, we will only be stronger."
Song Xuewen smiled, turned to Qian Song, and said, "Qian Song, what do you think?"
Qian Song smiled and said nothing. This was also his habit. If he was unsure about himself, he would rather not speak than make rash comments.
However, he did not answer, but Song Xuewen nodded, seeming to have guessed what Qian Song was thinking.
"Haha, Qian Song, you are very smart."
Qian Song shook his head: "Mr. Song, history cannot be changed. The Song family has developed into the largest family in Yanzhou. There is no way we can imagine that we can achieve the same or higher achievements in Yanjing."
Song Xuewen smiled and said: "You are right, maybe I am overthinking, by the way, when will Yang Qianwu come?"
"It should be soon. He is in Yanjing. He left half an hour ago. Even if there is a traffic jam, it won't be too late," Qian Song said.
Song Xuewen nodded: "That's good. I don't know why, but the more this gets to this point, the less sure I feel. Maybe it's because I'm older and sometimes I think too much."
Song Jun smiled: "Dad, don't think too much, there will be no problem. Let's finish the work and go back to Yanzhou to rest for a while."
"Well, this period of time is indeed too tiring. My heart has been nervous since the Matsui family was here. Now that they are gone, we have to negotiate with Longchuan Group again. Hey... it's time to take a rest.
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After saying that, Song Xuewen slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. Song Jun couldn't help but feel nervous. He didn't know when his father suddenly seemed to be old. No matter from the pace of his walking or the way he sat down, he seemed
So laborious.
He hurriedly ran up and supported his father: "Dad, please slow down."
Song Xuewen sighed and said with a smile: "It seems...I have aged a lot overnight. It was not like this yesterday. I really want to go back to Yanzhou and take a rest."
Just as he was talking, Qian Song answered a phone call and said, "Mr. Song, Mr. Yang is already here. I'll go down to pick him up now."
Song Xuewen nodded and waved his hand, as if he didn't even bother to speak.
Soon, Qian Song walked into the room with a man. The man looked to be in his thirties. He was wearing a black training suit. He had a dark face and small eyes but a fierce gaze. He looked like a The feeling of a ruthless character.
"Mr. Yang, I am Song Xuewen from Yanzhou." Song Xuewen cupped his fists and cupped his hands.
Yang Qianwu nodded: "I have heard of the Song family before, and Mr. Qian also told me this time, but Mr. Song, let's talk about business."
"Okay, Mr. Yang is quick to talk and is a man who does big things. Qian Song must have already told you about this matter, but I still have some things to tell you."
"Mr. Song, please speak."
Song Xuewen picked up a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and said: "Our target is not a small person, but Lin Zichen, the chairman of Longchuan Group."
"I know this, it's nothing special. No matter what, the elites in the business world are not worthy to be compared with those in martial arts." Yang Qianwu raised his head and said with arrogance.
Song Xuewen nodded: "But I don't want his life. I just want you to bring him here and do something yourself."
Hearing this, Yang Qianwu frowned slightly: "Haha, Mr. Song, do you know that a warrior's actions are not serious, and it is more difficult to live than to die."
"Haha, I understand what Mr. Yang means. Let's be honest. How do you plan to adjust the price?"
"Add two million," Yang Qianwu said.
Song Xuewen smiled, this warrior was proud, but his mouth had no weight. You must know that two million may be a huge price for ordinary people, but for a big family like the Song family, it is not worth mentioning at all.
In any business of the Song family, the fluctuation of two million can undoubtedly be ignored. Even Song Xuewen was too lazy to negotiate with others for two million, so when he heard Yang Qianwu's asking price, he agreed without saying a word. Come down.
"No problem, as long as you bring Lin Zichen here, I will pay immediately." Song Xuewen said.
Yang Qianwu shook his head and smiled: "Haha, Mr. Song, I understand what you mean, but this seems to be against the rules."
"Oh? Tell me what the rules are."
"Ordinarily, the temple is not allowed to accept business privately, and the rules of our Fire Needle Sect are also stricter, so I violated the rules by taking this order from you. If you don't pay the deposit first, I won't make a move. Yang Qianwu chuckled.
Song Jun took a step forward and said: "Huh, there are so many things to do. I still want to return the warrior. You can tell me how much the deposit is."
Hearing this, Yang Qianwu frowned, raised his hand and pushed out a blast of Qi, hitting Song Jun's heart.
Song Jun felt dizzy for a while, followed by a huge pain in his chest. He took a few steps back and rubbed his chest tightly. Just as he was about to say something, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Song Xuewen's eyes widened: "Yang Qianwu, what are you doing?"
Last time at the hotel, his son was hit by Lin Zichen, but fortunately there was no obvious injury. However, Yang Qianwu's slap actually made Song Jun vomit blood, and he was really anxious.
Yang Qianwu snorted coldly: "Humph, I don't know the depth of it. If you talk more about this business, I won't accept it, and then I will kill you!"
This is a warrior, so powerful that even if you hire him, there is no reason to be superior to him.
At this moment, the Song family felt this feeling deeply. Song Xuewen said: "Qian Song, help Young Master Jun up. Yang Qianwu, please tell me how much deposit is required."
"Half a million!"
"Okay, no problem, but I hope you handle things well and don't leave any clues to the Long Chuan people and the police." Song Xuewen gritted his teeth.
Yang Qianwu sneered: "This is inevitable. Since you have found me, I will naturally handle things beautifully, but this is not a reason for you to disrespect me. Do you understand?"
As he said this, Yang Qianwu looked at Song Jun, obviously these words were meant for him to hear.
Song Jun was frightened and nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand..."
Later, Song Xuewen asked Qian Song to transfer 500,000 yuan to Yang Qianwu's account first. Yang Qianwu did not leave the hotel private room until he was sure that 500,000 yuan had been received.
Song Xuewen sighed and said: "Hey, it seems that my Song family will really have more contact with the martial arts world in the future, so at least we won't end up in such an embarrassing situation."
Qian Song said: "Mr. Song, in fact, many big families now support warriors, and they also have contacts with some underground circles and warrior circles."
"Well, I will start working on this matter when I get back. Once I get to know them, at least I won't ask someone to do things like this and be ridiculed!"
After saying that, Song Xuewen pinched half of the cigarette in his hand and walked back to the bedroom: "I'll take a rest and wake me up when Yang Qianwu has news."
"Yes, Mr. Song."
In the Shishan Villa, after dinner, everyone went about their own business. According to Lin Zichen, Lan Luoshi has also temporarily stayed in the villa recently, but the room is enough, so of course it is not a pressure.
After all, Lin Zichen deduced that the Song family was going to take action in the near future. He would definitely not let those around him become bargaining chips for his opponents, so he had to take adequate precautions.
At night, Lan Luoshi, Huang Yi and Zhou Xiaotong went to bed very early. After all, they were all mortals. The busy day made them very tired, so they went to bed earlier.
As for Huo Qing, Ling Ya, Hei Yu and Wu Shuang'er, they were practicing in their own rooms. They were busy working and protecting everyone during the day, and practicing at night became their daily life.
Lin Zichen, on the other hand, closed his eyes and rested his mind in the room. The reason why he did not practice in retreat was of course because he had made an appointment with Jiang Yu during the day. After everyone went to bed, they would secretly go to Wushan to have some fun.
It wasn't until after twelve o'clock that Lin Zichen stood up and walked out of the room quietly. Of course, he would not forget to close Xiaofeng's perception space.
Xiaofeng felt that her perception of the outside world was dark, and she rolled her eyelids helplessly. The master had something to do again...
Naturally, Lin Zichen's movement would not be noticed by others. He walked to the door of Jiang Yu's room. At this time, the door was ajar, and he had obviously been left alone.
He walked in quietly and locked the door with his backhand, then walked inside.
At this time, Jiang Yu had already changed into pearl-colored pajamas and was waiting for him. Seeing Lin Zichen come in, Jiang Yu smiled shyly, stepped forward and hugged him.
"Girl, why do I feel like I'm stealing?"
"Shut up, what are you talking about? I'm your real girlfriend!" Jiang Yu said.
"Shh... keep your voice down."
"De Xing, look at how scared you are. You are usually very powerful, but why are you so timid?" Jiang Yu covered her mouth and laughed.
Lin Zichen also smiled naively, looking at Jiang Yu in front of him, with exquisite facial features and a deep arc showing through the opening of his pajamas. He immediately became interested and picked up Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu fell into his arms: "You're in a hurry."
"Haha, I..." Lin Zichen suddenly stopped before he could finish his sentence, as if he felt something.
Jiang Yu smiled and said: "What's wrong? Are you scared again? Haha, didn't you say that someone is going to cause us trouble these days? You look so scared, as if someone is coming."
Lin Zichen narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly put Jiang Yu down, and said: "You are right, he is already here."